The Faded Shield

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The Faded Shield

The digital clock on the wall of the fourteenth-floor conference room struck 9:00 AM, the red LEDs humming with a faint, electric vitality that seemed to vibrate in the teeth of everyone present. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long, mahogany table, his hands resting flat on the polished surface, fingers spread wide as if trying to anchor himself to the physical world. He was thirty-two, a...

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